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1:06 p.m. - 2002-11-07 So all I can do is work like a fiend for 12 hours a day and get out as much as possible before she takes off for the Virgin Islands or Outer Mongolia again. Sigh. Well, it's better than sitting in the studio for two hours a day, feeling like a useless wastrel. I may actually manage to pull a decent December installation at Bare Hands out of it. ************************************************* There's a little mystery that has been bugging me since we moved in here. It's the orange Volkswagen mystery. Two or three times a day, a man drives by in a beautifully preserved 1970's orange Volkswagen. He's a clean cut looking sort of guy, with just maybe the slightest hint of punkabilly. He intrigues the hell out of me. Every time I see him I want to flag him down and yell: "Hey, who ARE you, Mr. Mystery Orange Volkswagen Driver?!!"
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